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Ah, that I was not aware of lol.
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The illusion likely faded when they were caught, Zaddis not really having reason to keep it up at that point. And Vincent Lobos is the chief advisor to Queen Erin, a lord of Astara in his own right. Finley was only showing him the respect according to his station, a formality necessary for the occasion. Interesting enough, because of Vincent's position, Zaddis is also nobility, hence the Honourable Zaddis Lobos. Though nobility often changes when a new ruler ascends. It is not always hereditary any more.
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Turning the final bend of the ride, Zaddis lifted his head and let out a low growl. At the entrance, the guard stood, arms crossed, tapping his foot. “You know him Zaddis?” Finley asked, ready to tumble out of the boat if necessary. “I mean, not that you know all the guards, but is he safe?” Not that jumping out of the boat was really going to help here. They were fucked, and Finley knew it. “I’m sorry, I’ll make sure I take the blame for this, okay?” Huffing de
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Devyn has issues with his short term memory. At a certain point, if he can keep up with it, the signs would become more of a long term memory, but it will take a lot of work.
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It is impossible to know what might happen with the story, but with luck everyone will turn out safely. And the wolf being a teacher... well, you are close, but not quite. I suppose it could have been written better.
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DEVYN An alarm awoke the wolf early the next morning, Devyn crawling out of bed to start his day nearly an hour before usual. He needed to get breakfast started for Jason and himself. His phone lit up suddenly, a message flashing across the screen, and the wolf grunted, his fingers slowly working over the screen. “I’ll be by your place at eight.” Devyn sighed quietly, poking at letters to let the neko know he had seen the message. “o k c u 8” Tossing the phon
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CASSIEL “Well this is a nice stretch of the horses’ legs,” Regongar smirked as they neared the location of Delgado’s house. Forest surrounded them, the entire area covered with shade against the early summer sun. The absence of birds was a little unnerving, but understandable, if a mage lived nearby. Fireballs exploding at random would not make for a very pleasant living experience for birds or people. Cassiel shrugged, dismounting from his horse. “You and Amiri take p
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At this point, it's tradition. The world is three races and if one race decides they arent being represented properly, it would end badly.
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Amnor Sen grunted as he pushed the barrel, his muscles straining at the weight. The wooden container held nearly eight hundred pounds of salted skate native to Nex, a delicacy elsewhere in the world. Thanks to Jeremy’s magic, he had ten minutes left to push the barrel up the gangplank and into the cargo hold before it returned to being fifteen hundred pounds in weight. The paladin took solace in the fact that the cleric was tackling his own burden, albeit a less heavy one. The elf wondered
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They sat quietly through the rest of the ride, until the neko nudged the half elf gently. “We’re here,” he murmured, standing up. They got off the bus quickly, Fin’s spirits rising as he saw the park entrance. “So, what’s the plan here? Do you have any rides you want to go on?” he asked, grabbing Zaddis’ hand. Stretching a little as he looked around, the werewolf shrugged. "Honestly... it's been a long time since I've come here... they've got a bunch of new stuff.
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“Well I can’t really go anywhere I’ll be recognised, so that kind of rules out most of my ideas,” Finley frowned, looking at Zaddis. “Have you ever been to Skypark? It’s run by the West Astaran pack, but it’s a pretty decent place for being wolf owned. I’ve been dying to get on one of the waterslides there. I know it’s a little late in the year, but they should still be open.” Zaddis shook his head in denial. "No, never been there... but don't worry... I think I can take care of
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Morning came far too quickly, Zaddis sitting bleary eyed in his chair in the hallway. Checking his watch, he sighed and stood, knocking loudly on Finley's door. "Time to get up, your Highness... breakfast is in thirty..." His head was cleared of the effects of the cum now, the fuzziness replaced by a throbbing headache and an annoying boner that wouldn't go away. Sighing deeply, he leaned against the wall, waiting. Fin groaned loudly, his feet sliding out of the warm bed. H
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Half an hour later he was still tossing and turning, sleep eluding him for a second night in a row. No matter how nice the bed was, he couldn’t seem to get comfortable. But he didn’t want to ask Zaddis for help again, that was just asking for trouble, especially if someone found out the wolf was sharing his bed. Fin could only imagine the scandal that would cause. Though maybe that would be enough for him to be sent back to the orphanage… he couldn’t risk it. Hearing Fin tossing and
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Oh I have plans for the mystery wolf and Margaret, but telling would be spoiling
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I don't think he believes it, he's just respecting the fact that Fin doesn't really want to talk about it, especially if he's lying about it.
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Entering the kitchen through a side door, the first thing to hit Finley was the smells, fresh bread baking, the scent of the night's dinner still lingering in the air. At the large double sink stood a woman, older than either boy, with an odd mix of elvish and Neko traits, her curly ginger hair tied back to reveal pointed ears tipped by red fur, a striped tail lazily swinging back and forth as she worked. Hearing the door open, she smirked. "Zaddis, you know you're not supposed to be
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Finley stared at the wolf in his bed, trying to figure out how to escape without waking Zaddis up. Slowly he drew an arm out from under the heavy weight, and then a leg. “Please stay asleep… please stay asleep…” Pulling the covers back carefully, the neko rolled out of the bed, dropping silently to the ground. He let out a shaky breath, letting himself believe he had gotten away. Opening an eye as he thumped quietly onto the floor, Zaddis let out a deep sigh before getting
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Finley is a neko out of place. Plucked out of an orphanage by the queen herself, he has been pushed into a journey that will one day see him become king of the world. Not that he ever wanted that honour. Zaddis Lobos was born to an elf lord and a werewolf mage. Threatened with house arrest for attacking the son of a noble, he is given an offer. Months of sitting around, or taking place as the new prince's guard.
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I wouldn't say the taboo is non-existent. There are certainly going to be those who take offense to a neko sleeping with his brother, even if they are not related by blood.
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He hasn't quite gotten what he was after yet, but he is certainly well on his way. And whoever this mystery wolf is, they've certainly picked the wrong neko
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The first night in a new home was always the hardest. It wasn’t just the howling of wolves under a full moon that kept Finley awake. Or the finest bed he had ever seen. Nor even the fact that in the morning he would have to meet with a dozen of the most powerful people in Astara and try to win their approval. It was all of those together. Even the weighted blanket he had carried with him from Sarelin was no help with the nerves that filled him. The new prince’s window was open, catching the last
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The Faro rested on the couch, feeling like he was being too dramatic, lying like he was. The walk hadn’t done his aching body any favours, and Reinard cursed Galen for being right. “I may be a Xanar, but I’ve seen enough to know that you had sex,” Nareen said. “Congratulations on your bonding.” Reinard grunted, his tail fluffing angrily. “To Galen,” the Faro spat. “I don’t know what happened. He seduced me. And then he said he wanted nothing to do with me.” He was dangerously
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JASON He could feel Devyn’s eyes on him as he approached the showers. The neko was dripping in sweat, he was not about to get in Lysander’s truck smelling like this. The wolf was just going to have to deal with him being naked. Surely even Devyn wouldn’t try to have sex in public. Jason had already wasted enough time waiting for everyone to leave the locker room, not wanting to strip around a bunch of elves and humans that were just going to stare at his tail. Pulling his shirt
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Mechitar was a mess. Even now, so long after the trio left it behind, the inhabitants were working on repairing the damage Ivris had done, the damage Jakun had caused by unleashing the ravener. As he stepped out of his portal and looked around, the lich felt a shiver pass through his body. He was immune to cold now, but perhaps it was a twinge of sympathy for the people whose lives he had most certainly destroyed. Jakun made note of the jolt, hoping that he could still feel sympathy. H
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We can only hope 😜
